In a village, dark and drear,
Lived a boy without a fear.
With his dreams as bright as day,
He'd chase them, come what may.
Poor boy, poor boy, with dreams so grand,
In the graveyard, where dreams expand.
With each step, he finds his way,
In the moonlight's gentle sway.
With stars above and earth below,
He'd wander where the shadows grow.
Through the graves, he'd softly tread,
Dreaming of the life ahead.
Poor boy, poor boy, with dreams so grand,
In the graveyard, where dreams expand.
With each step, he finds his way,
In the moonlight's gentle sway.
Though his pockets held no gold,
His spirit strong, his dreams untold.
For in the quiet of the night,
He found the stars shining bright.